I opened the book and started reading this morning. I was expecting a brief description of the 1833 emancipation of the slaves in British-owned Jamaica. Instead I was drawn into Charles Arrowby’s reflection in tranquility. It dawned me that I was actually reading The Sea, the Sea by Iris Murdoch, but not Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys as I had intended. I bought the wrong book—totally disconbabulated! Has this ever happened to you?